Honghuang: Creation of the Green Lotus, the beginning of the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 122 The Six Heavenly Saints Return
Emperor Jun also knew what Zhen Yuanzi meant by "helping" - that is, to completely sever the causal relationship with the demon clan.

If Hongjun had not given his previous instructions, Dijun would never have agreed, but now Dijun would naturally not refuse.

He immediately flew out from the Sun Star, bowed to Zhen Yuanzi, and then spoke.

"Since Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi has made up his mind, I cannot force him any further. Today, my demon clan will settle this matter with Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."

After hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi smiled and nodded, then he spoke directly: "God knows me, I am Zhen Yuanzi, and today I will return the destiny of the demon race. From now on, there will only be Zhen Yuanzi of the Five-Zhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain, and no more Demon Race Yuanhuang."

As soon as Zhen Yuanzi finished speaking, Di Jun's voice also spread throughout the entire prehistoric world.

"Yes. From now on, my demon clan will only have three emperors and one master, and no more demon clan Yuanhuang."

Then, a thunderclap echoed from the sky, confirming their vow. The demonic luck that belonged to Zhen Yuanzi instantly dissipated without a trace.

The luck of the demon race naturally returned to Emperor Jun, who then passed it on to Donghuang Taiyi.

Once again blessed by the demon clan's luck, Donghuang Taiyi's understanding of the Hongmeng purple energy became even more profound.

In just a moment, Donghuang Taiyi broke through the barriers and reached the realm of saint.

"I am Donghuang Taiyi of the demon race. Today I have attained the status of a saint. I will preach the great Dao to all creatures in the Ninth Heaven. Anyone who is predestined can come and listen."

In an instant, purple air came from the east for 30,000 miles, flowers fell from the sky, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and long garlands hung from the sky.

Boundless spiritual energy swept across the entire prehistoric world. At this moment, a spiritual rain of merit and virtue fell from the sky.

At this moment, countless living beings are able to develop intelligence or transform into enlightened beings.

Immediately afterwards, boundless pressure swept across the entire prehistoric world, forcing all living beings to kneel on the ground and congratulate the demon clan's Donghuang on his attainment of sainthood.

As the boundless pressure disappeared, Donghuang Taiyi also flew out from the Sun Star. He first bowed to Di Jun, then looked at Zhen Yuanzi with contempt.

"Zhen Yuanzi, you swear today to break away from the demon race and return your destiny. The day our demon race rules the world, that will be the day you regret it."

Zhen Yuanzi smiled, bowed his head and said, "Everything is determined by heaven. How dare I go against it?"

After saying this, Zhen Yuanzi said goodbye to Di Jun and Dong Huang Tai Yi and went directly back to his own temple, the Five-Zhuang Monastery on Wanshou Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi had just returned to the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain when he saw the old ancestor Hongyun, who had been waiting there for a long time.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi return, he went straight up to him and asked, "Zhen Yuanzi, what are you doing? Why did you suddenly vow to leave the demon clan?"

Looking at his old friend Hongyun, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but sigh and said, "Hongyun, if you still consider me a friend, then listen to me."

"Most of the demon race lack moral integrity, and one day they will destroy the demon race's fortune. Therefore, it is best for you to draw a clear line between yourself and the demon race as soon as possible to avoid suffering unforeseen disasters in the future."

In response to Zhen Yuanzi's advice, Patriarch Hongyun shook his head and said, "Zhen Yuanzi, you are confused. Now, the demon clan's Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi have both achieved enlightenment and become saints."

"If we add you and me, the demon race will have four saints in charge. So, who in the entire prehistoric world can contend with our demon race?"

"Furthermore, you and I, using the demon race as our foundation, have established the Chan and Jie sects, respectively, and become the leaders of our respective factions. Even Emperor Jun wouldn't dare to dictate our actions." "Then, not only can you and I take advantage of the demon race's good fortune, but we can also choose those with both virtue and morality from within the demon race to strengthen our sects."

"Why do you treat such a harmless and beneficial thing so cruelly? Would you rather sever your destiny than break away from the demon race?"

Seeing that Patriarch Hongyun was still so stubborn, Zhen Yuanzi could only sigh and say.

"How can a creature covered in fur and horns, born from an egg, carry the destiny of this world? One day, it will become like the dragon, phoenix, and unicorn."

"Since you won't listen to my advice, I can only wait for the future to prove everything with facts. I just hope that by then, you won't regret it."

As he spoke, Zhen Yuanzi walked directly into the Wuzhuang Temple. He did not warmly invite the Red Cloud Patriarch to come in as usual.

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi's back, Patriarch Hongyun said, "The three tribes of dragon, phoenix, and unicorn lack a saint to rule them. Otherwise, how could they have declined to this extent?"

"Even without you, Zhen Yuanzi, my demon clan still has three saints. Just ask yourself, who in this vast world can compete with my demon clan for luck?"

After finishing speaking, Patriarch Hongyun turned into a long rainbow and disappeared at the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain.

Seeing that Patriarch Hongyun did not enter Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help showing a lonely look on his face.

"I finally understand what it means to pass on one doctrine to two friends, and to separate the two teachings."

At this time, Zhen Yuanzi came to the ginseng fruit tree alone. Looking at the ginseng fruits on the tree that were about to mature, he couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

Finally, he could only sigh and say, "It's time, it's fate, everything is determined by the way of heaven. Even if you can achieve enlightenment and become a saint, you can't go against the will of heaven."

"We have known each other for a long time. One day, the demon race will be desolate. In my Wanshou Mountain Wuzhuang Temple, under the ginseng fruit tree, there will always be a place for you."

After he finished speaking, Zhen Yuanzi took off into the air. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived above the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain.

"Heaven is above. I am Zhenyuanzi of the Five-Zhuang Monastery on Wanshou Mountain. Today, I have come to realize that all beings in the prehistoric world have different roots and abilities. I wish to establish a new sect, named Chan. My Chan sect adheres to the principles of following Heaven's will and expounding Heaven's Way. I teach the prehistoric world according to their different roots and abilities. I will use the Heavenly Way Banner to suppress the aura of my great sect, and Chan is established."

As Zhen Yuanzi swore his Heavenly Dao oath, the name of the Chan Sect spread throughout the entire prehistoric world. At the same time, a golden cloud of merit gathered in the air, and boundless merit descended from it.

The next moment, Zhen Yuanzi was bathed in the golden light of merit. His cultivation level continued to rise, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through the barriers and achieved the status of a saint.

Suddenly, purple air came from the east for 30,000 miles, flowers fell from the sky, and golden lotuses emerged from the ground...

"From today on, I am the leader of the Chan Sect, Yu Shi Tong Jun. I will open a Chan Sect training ground at the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain. Anyone who has a connection with the Chan Sect can become a disciple."

Zhen Yuanzi's voice once again spread throughout the entire prehistoric world, letting all living beings know that Zhen Yuanzi was going to open his sect and accept disciples.

In that instant, countless non-demon cultivators were filled with joy. Without hesitation, they headed towards the Five-Dressage Monastery on Wanshou Mountain.

After all, Zhen Yuanzi was no longer the Demon Emperor. As long as one could become a disciple of Zhen Yuanzi, they would no longer have to survive in the gap between the Lich and the Wizard.

(End of this chapter)